Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 8 NEO
Subtitle of this chapter: I am light, I am electricity, I am The one.
"Are you a clown from the East who specializes in telling jokes?"
Yuan Yan was so angry that his nose was crooked. He took a step forward and was about to speak, but the red-haired woman next to him grabbed his arm and shook her head vigorously.
“Don’t be impulsive!”
But Ms. Ivanovna wanted to settle the matter peacefully, but she showed her cowardice instead. This made the NYPD even more arrogant. He took advantage of the red-haired woman's unpreparedness and snatched the brown paper bag from her hand. He flipped it over and took out a bottle of colorless clear liquid. He raised the bottle and asked arrogantly, "What is this? Is it wine?"
When Yuan Yan heard this, she glanced at Ms. Ivanovna, who looked even more panicked but more charming, and thought to herself that something was wrong.
Really speaking, what's wrong with just a bottle of wine? In the "land of the free, the home of warriors", is it illegal for adults to take it out on the streets?
However, in the United States in 1920, this was really illegal. Because at the beginning of this year, the 18th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution, the Prohibition Act (also known as the "Volstide Act"), officially came into effect. According to this law, it is illegal to manufacture, sell, or even transport beverages with an alcohol content of more than 0.5%.
Prohibition still allowed people to drink at home, but the United States in the 1920s did not have the technology to control people's living rooms and kangs. However, drinking at home is not illegal, but drinking with friends or holding a banquet is illegal, and the maximum penalty is a fine of $1,000 and six months in prison. If the NYPD really wants to be serious, Ms. Ivanovna is "transporting" alcoholic beverages.
Yuan Yanshu naturally has the same sympathy for women that the Yuan family has for generations. He rolled his eyes and immediately reached into his suit pocket to take out his wallet. He opened his wallet and took out an Alexander Hamilton (10 dollars), rolled it up and threw it in front of his feet, saying, "Sir, your money has fallen."
But how could the NYPD, with its professional law enforcement spirit, be defeated by such a small silver bullet? He sneered, threw the wine and the bag on the ground, snatched Yuan Yanshu's wallet, took out the George Washington ($1), Thomas Jefferson ($2), Abraham Lincoln ($5) and an Andrew Jackson ($20) inside, and stuffed all these great men of the American nation into his trouser pockets.
He threw the empty wallet on Yuan Yanshu and said, "You're smart!"
Then the dedicated NYPD looked at Ms. Ivanovna again, licked his lips, smiled maliciously and said, "You're unlucky. Come with me!"
The red-haired woman collapsed instantly, looking at Yuan Yanshu in confusion, her lips moving as if asking for help. Unfortunately, our Master Yuan seemed to have seen nothing, and put the wallet back into his inner pocket without saying a word, then pulled his clothes and twisted his neck...
At this time, the NYPD, unwilling to lose any more, bent down to pick up the Alexander Hamilton painting on the ground.
A dirty leather shoe stepped on the $10 bill. The NYPD looked up in surprise and saw Yuan Yanshu's unusually calm eyes. The white policeman hadn't figured out the situation yet and asked angrily, "Slant eye, did you take the wrong medicine?"
When Master Yuan thought about "taking medicine", he became even more angry. However, he smiled sincerely and said, "Sir, do me a favour..."
"Please remember not to insult the Samurai of our Rising Sun... um, Great Japanese Empire!"
"Death!”
He shouted loudly and kicked the squatting NYPD in the face with his foot. The kick was so powerful that the latter fell face up in the middle of the road and was unable to move for a while.
"Yiku! Yamedie! Koumoji! Shigaoyi! Ganbadie! Kongnijiwa! Wanyi Masan! Kailu Yimas! Auntie wash the railway!"
As expected of a man who can find resources just by relying on the serial number, our Master Yuan can speak Japanese fluently. While speaking Japanese fluently, he kicked the cop's solar plexus in the abdomen with his foot, making the poor NYPD unable to utter a sound in pain.
"Stop! Stop now...someone is coming!"
Yuan Yan shook his hair and turned his head to see a figure appearing on the street corner. He turned around, took the red-haired girl's hand, and ran in the opposite direction of the person.
Ms. Ivanovna was dragged a few steps, still shouting: "Wait, your money and my bag!"
Yuan Yan suddenly stopped and ran back to pick up the paper bag on the ground... Fortunately, the bottle of wine was not broken. Then he walked to the unconscious NYPD, took out his money from his trouser pocket and put it in his pocket.
Our Master Yuan was about to run away again when he suddenly remembered something. He turned around and walked in front of the NYPD, bowed 90 degrees, and muttered: "KO! No, this is..."
"PERFECT!"
"Sayonara!"
He let out one last shout, then ran towards an empty street corner, holding the paper bag in one hand and pulling the red-haired woman with the other.
"Mistora, this way. "
"Mistuoyuan, go through."
"Mistorayuan, turn left."
"Mistoyuan, I, I...I can't do it anymore."
I can’t do it anymore!
Yuan Yanshu, whose adrenaline had almost subsided, had to stop. Unable to speak, he bent over and gasped for breath. He found that Ms. Ivanovna was also gasping for breath with a flushed face, and her chest was heaving, which was particularly beautiful.
“Huff… hehe… hahahaha…”
The man and woman panted for a long time, and almost at the same time burst into laughter. The red-haired woman covered her mouth and laughed for a long time before she stopped laughing and said, "Thank you, thank you."
"No, it's okay." Yuan Yan suddenly handed the paper bag in her hand to the other party and waved her hand, saying, "I, I'll go first. Ivan, Ivan..."
The red-haired woman bit her lip and interrupted him, "Misto Yuan, you can call me Anna."
"Anna, Anastasia?" Yuan Yan said naturally: "You can also call me..."
As a student from a church school, Yuan Yanshu certainly had an English name, but he didn't want to use it after he traveled through time. The English names that the missionaries in the church school chose were not very fancy, after all, they were all revolving around the twelve apostles, either stupid (David) or dead (Simon), either horse (Mathew) or fart (Peter), which were not worthy of him as a time traveler.
"Well, you can call me Bird... um, Neo."
I am the one of this world, and maybe this is really the Earth where mechanical octopuses manage the world, with humans lying in amniotic fluid chambers with tubes inserted into their brains, so of course I should be called a bird... um, Neo!
The newly-minted bird master was about to leave quietly without taking a cloud with him when he heard the other party say softly, "Neo, you are a true gentleman, and today is my birthday. May I have the honor of inviting a gentleman like you to dinner?"
"Birthday?! What a coincidence?!" Yuan Yan couldn't help but turn around and said in surprise.
Anna was stunned for a moment, and asked curiously: "What's so coincidental? Is today also your birthday?"
"No, it's not mine. It's..." Our Master Yuan lowered his head, hid his face in , and said softly: "Today is the birthday of an old friend of mine who lives far away!"
